And when it comes to the taste of Magic Potion, Malin could only shake his head, because that stuff really tasted bad, and honey couldn't be added: "It's somewhat bitter."
To be honest, Colin told him, when taking the Detective Magic Potion, depending on the strength of one's belief, different intensities of low whispers would appear. Believers usually had an easier time, while all that Malin heard were from some self-proclaimed War God, some guy called a loving father, some self-styled artist, and some guy whose words you couldn't trust, not even the punctuation marks, making their presence known in his head.
Although it was noisy, it was completely different from the bewitching feeling Colin mentioned.
